I was born in the year of the Monkey.
That is what the Chinese zodiac tells me.
And I do jump eagerly
From tree to tree, in search
Of bananas to satisfy that something deeper than
I climb to the top of creativity and observe
The gardens below unfolding, blooming.
I run towards the East
Wearing white and blue and
Chattering at predators who
Dare to rewrite my history.
And I fly on the fuel of curiosity,
Out of range from the pull
OF apathetic black holes.
Even monkeys can fly on noble missions,
Independently minded with
No ties to green-faced witches or
Wizards plump with ulterior motives.
Invite a flying monkey like me to cookies and tea.
With a generous spoonful of empathy.
Open your preconceived box and
I just may surprise you.
Brief Bio: I often feel like a gazelle as I leap from hilltop to hilltop.
On one of these hills I recently published my memoir, my spiritual journey from the hills of one land to another:
One of my poems based on this book was featured in the fall edition of Poetica Magazine.I have also published stories and poetry in other various publications like Pyrokinection, Green Panda Press, Deronda Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Stepping Stones, IJN and Esra Magazine